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Backdated to February 23rd, 2025

He reviewed the message sent out by the Queen a few times, brows furrowed faintly and pleased with exactly none of the information present. It at least explained the strange weather the few days. The only up-side.

Seraphinite walked the halls of the castle without hassle or hesitation, his gate almost casual as he navigated his way to one office in particular. Off-world situation that may impact Earth, Metallia has directly advised... and the most annoying of bits, the idea that the ******** White Moon lot had potential access to additional information they'd need.

Any annoyance on his part was at least kept well under a calm exterior, and he looked like he had exactly zero feathers ruffled as he knocked briefly at Jet's door--a courtesy born more out of professionalism than a sense of personal requirement--before opening it and lifting his tablet in vague gesture.

The door at least was shut firmly and he was a bit away from it to avoid anything leaking out any cracks before he actually spoke. "The ******** all this?"

While Seraphinite did have a tendency to speak casually as ever with Jet, he kept that more behind doors and a façade of proper professionalism publicly. He respected Jet and all he'd done for the Negaverse, was proud of him for all he'd accomplished--but Jet was still Ilian to him, and the casual way of speaking was, for Jericho, a sort of show of affection.

Seraphinite only nodded a vague of course to the questions on the weather--they'd been weird, no doubts there, but then, so many things were in this city that while he would notice them it was still... not fully surprising? If anything, he was just more surprised by whatever kept fueling the oddities continued to bring up new methods of throwing weird s**t at them.

But this was... different.

He'd guessed as much from the Queen's directive, but hearing Jet's summary put a different weight on the events in his mind. He stepped closer to the other's desk, picking up the offered tablet and setting his own down for the moment to free up his other hand to flip through the images. The murals painted quite the tale, pausing on the images of the giant serpent coiled around a world, the cage of lightning, and finally things broken.

"You two alright?" He was processing all of the information, still listening to the rest of Jet's quick account of the events as he zoomed in and flicked about the images. "Not just talking about physical," he added pointedly, aware that clearly Jet was standing there, and if Aquamarine were hurt, well.

He'd joke that the entire Castle would hear the blond's bitching about it, but Seraphinite somewhat felt there was a nugget of truth to that. Plus, he'd put money on Jet being set on giving payback to whatever had done the damage, not standing there chatting with him.

The description of this... Celestial Theatre got a slightly skeptical look though from Seraphinite, pausing in his frowning over the image of a... blank wall?

"It'd be more likely that the Queen would have contacts at NASA who could get us up to the Moon, than the White Moon actually being helpful on anything. But what, some vision then? Any idea what triggered it for you?" He trusted any from the White Moon so far as he could throw them (which... hm, fun experiments to run--) but the fact Jet saw such a vision was... interesting. "Or the source of that vision?" Knowing what was sharing the information was... also extremely important to figure out how trustworthy its presented point of view was. He wasn't about to say two sides to a story about a world-eating serpent, but fear of such a thing could easily skew a perception into more of a panic than rational planning.

He stopped scanning over the data on the tablet when Jet held up his hand, eyes sharp as he took in the bandaged state before they flicked to focus on the other's face. At least the injury was already treated, so Seraphinite kept any commentary to himself for the moment. He was quiet in general as he listened, but he... wasn't exactly thrilled by any of this information.

Energy from the walls was an interesting bit--how was that place energized? Could they re-create it?

A rhythm? The idea that something was breathing in that place wasn't very cheery...

A thirteen hundred year old rock sample from the moon was interesting--what was it composed of? His mind was whirling. He eyed the piece, noting its charred appearance--was it charred from something like too much energy running through it at once? A short-circuit perhaps? Only when Jet finished did he speak.

"Did Commodore Lyndin mention anything about the rock sample having conductive properties? The fact the General was able to pull energy out of the walls is interesting--I'm wondering if the rhythm you heard, and the energy running through the place, are connected, in terms of... well. Have you ever heard the sort of whine from some electronics when they're working? There can be a few reasons for it, from vibrations of components inside the device as the electronic fields move around them from energy conversions, or if the device is failing, it can be a sign of a loose or damaged component. It can also happen if as part of the device being damaged, its got electricity in it that's not being funneled anywhere--like a phone charger? If you leave the charger plugged in, but disconnect the phone from it, or the phone is fully charged, that sound can kick up because there's all this electricity moving around inside the charger's components, but they can't go anywhere. Also why you get the whine from transformers on powerlines.... the twenty-second shift almost sounds like a switching circuit--sort of like letting only a set amount of energy through a dam gate before closing it off, so it doesn't go past a specific volume the receiving device can get?"

Science was something Jericho had long been fascinated with--tinkering with devices, taking things apart to see how they function, and needing to put them back together correctly to make sure they still worked. Electronics weren't really his specialty, but he knew some basic concepts. Plus, he'd Googled a similar thing plenty of time when his cheap phone chargers would start whining when he'd plug them in, so he knew of the general concept he was trying to convey. But he wasn't an electrician. Though, wasn't there some half-youma around that was electrified..?

He pulled up the image of the hexagon with the dark circle, and held the tablet in a way to point at it specifically to Jet. "Just the energy talk, and how this part's broken, makes me think of when a device can't move electricity properly through it, so it starts making the weird noises because that extra energy is being converted into sound and rattling around the components. But..." He shrugged, brows furrowing a bit. "It's all pure speculation. I could be entirely off the mark with every bit of this."

A... garden spike..?

The description did at least give Seraphinite a pretty good mental image, though the mixture of mental images was... somewhat confusing. Frowning, he went back through parts of the database more recently updated with information from a few of the other agents involved. "Ah. A good description for it, actually," he tsked, bringing up the attached photo of the item from General-King Faustite's report. He zoomed in and out here and there on the image, particularly the orb that Jet mentioned. That thing was a conductor?

It looked like someone's Christmas ornament. Or some fancy crystal ball he'd see at a carnival fortune teller's booth.

"Any chance we can get any of our Mauvians to also test the spike, in case the Commodore doesn't deem all information necessary to share?" He gave a half-hearted shrug, still looking at the tablet. "Given the importance of the mission, it'd be understandable if a report missed smaller bits of data if they were deemed unimportant or negligible. The Mauvians might be able to identify any such parts, perhaps, so we wouldn't need to trouble him or his for clarifications." Seraphinite was absolutely not suggesting the Commodore might just keep certain information to himself, no, not at all...

He trusted Jet, but he wasn't convinced the damn walls of this place didn't have ears and eyes of their own at times, and didn't want to risk a potential conflict. Even if suspicions of the Velencians seemed... common place.

"Damage to the facility, or whatever it was, could go along with the broken circuit hypothesis--I'm guessing with all that going on, you weren't able to test and see if you could still hear the same noise or rhythm after things sort of powered on, so to speak?" From the sounds of it, things were too hectic for that, which while a shame, was understandable. Surviving an unknown force was more important than data collection in the moment, after all.

Setting down Jet's tablet, Seraphinite rested his hands with his thumbs hooked into his belt, lifting a brow to the other man. "Too scared to do much, probably. Still, surprised you didn't just end that one--though," he sighed with a slight side to side tick of his head, rolling his eyes somewhat, "smarter to let him live, if he might be a source of additional information. Think you could utilize him to hear what's happening with the White Moon?"

Seraphinite did catch the look, and merely dipped his head to the side lightly in response. Mutual agreement, and a mutual disinterest in speaking too loud currently.

He watched Jet as he got up, though, having little more to comment on the current still breathing status of a senshi that had betrayed them, or the lack of further information from the prison-room itself at this point.

"Not sure how I'd replicate something like that, if I'm not sure how the circuit even was formed--let me see if I can find any software to help with simulations, no promises but best place to start fiddling with ideas on how electrical systems could hypothetically function." It'd likely be a waste of time to figure out how the energy moved through the walls, and possibly the ceiling, but if he focused on the hexagon...

He picked up his tablet, sending it back to subspace as he asked, "Up for a walk? Movement keeps your brain sharp. When did you last eat, anyway?"